Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then rise up my daughter, my answer do note, From mouth of thy father, whose eyes do now float: O daughter, oh dear, O darling, oh dame, Dispatch me I pray thee, regard not my name: But yet, as thou sattest sith remedy none, But lemon thou must be, if I were gone, And better it is to die with good fame, Then longer to live to reap us but shame: But if thou do die, no doubt is at all, But presently after myself follow shall, Then end without shame so let us persever, With trump of good same so die shall we never. Then tender arms complect the neck, do dry thy father's tears, You nimble hands for woe whereof, my loving heart it wears: Oh father mine, refrain no whit, your sharped knife to take, From guiltless sheath, my shame to end, and body dead to make: Let not the shameless bloody judge, defile my virgin's life, Do take my head and send it him, upon your bloody knife: Bid him imbrue his bloody hands, in guiltless blood of me: I virgin die, he lecher lives, he was my end you see: No more delays, so kiss me first, then stretch your strongest arm, Do rid my woe, increase my joy, do ease your child of harm. O weary wits of woe, or wealth, oh feeble aged man, How can thy arm give such a blow, thy death I wish thee then: But sith that shame with endless trempe, will sound if case thou joy, By means of false judge Apius he, myself will thee destroy: Forgive me babe this bloody deed, a no meekly take thy end, The Good forgive thee father dear, farewell, thy blow do bend: Yet stay a while, o father dear, for flesh to death is frail, Let first my wimple bind my eyes, and then thy blow assail. Now father work thy will on me, that life I may enjoy. Now stretch thy hand Virginius, that loath would flesh destroy. O cruel hands, or bloody knife, o man what hast thou done, Thy daughter dear, and only heir, her vital end hath won: Come fatal blade make like dispatch, come Atropos, come end, Strike home thou careless arm with speed, of death be not afraid. Oh noble knight Virginius, do stay, he not dismayed. I curing Comfort present am, your dolor to aid: Sith joy is gone, sith life is dead: What comfort can there be? there is but deee disire I came from Caleed even the same hour, And Hap was hired to hackney in hempstrid, In hazard he was of riding on beamestrid, Then crow crop on thee top hoist up the sail, Then groaned their necks, by the weight of their tail, Then did Carmtex, put these three together, Pays them their passport for clustering thither. Why how now Haphazard, of what dost thou speak? methinks in mad sort thy talk thou dost break, all in one.
nodes 803–853 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 15 in this edition
Length
499 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then ryſe vp my daughter, my aunſwere doo note, From mouth of thy father, whoſe eyes do now flote: O daughter, oh deare, O darling, oh dame, Diſpatch me I pray thee, regrde not my name: But yet, as thou ſateſt fith remedy none, But Lemmon thou muſt be, if I were gone, And better it is to dye with good fame, Then longer to liue to reape vs but ſhame: But if thou do dye, no doubt is at all, But preſently after my ſelfe folow ſhall, Then end without ſhauie ſo let vs perſeuer, With trompe of good ſame ſo dye ſhall we neuer. Then tender armes complect the neck, doo dry thy fathers teares, You nimble handes for wo whereof, my louing hart it weares: Oh father mine, refraine no whit, your ſharped knife to take, From giltles ſheath, my ſhame to ende, and body dead to make: Let not the ſhameles blouddy iudge, defile my virgins life, Doe take my head and ſend it him, vpon your bloudy knife: Bid him imbrue his bloudy handes, in giltles bloud of mee: I virgin dye, he leacher liues, he was my ende you ſee: No more delayes, ſo kiſſe me firſt, then ſtretch your ſtrongeſt arme, Do ryd my woe, increaſe my ioy, do eaſe your childe of harme. O weary wittes of wo, or wealth, oh feble aged man, How can thy arme geue ſuch a blow, thy death I wiſhe thee than: But ſith that ſhame with endles trempe, wil ſounde if caſe thou ioy, By meanes of falſe iudge Apius he, myſelfe will thee deſtroy: Forgeue me babe this bloudy deede, a no meekely take thy ende, The Gode forgeue thee father deare, farewell, thy blow do bend: Yet ſtay a whyle, o father deare, for fleaſh to death is fraile, Let firſt my wimple bind my eyes, and then thy blow aſſaile. Now father worke thy will on me, that life I may inioy. Now ſtretch thy hand Virginius, that loth would fleſh diſtroy. O cruell handes, or blouddy knife, o man what haſt thou done, Thy daughter deare, and onely heyre, hir vitall ende hath wone: Come fatall blade make lyke diſpatche, come Atropos, come ende, Strike home thou careles arme with ſpede, of death be not afrayde. Oh noble knight Virginius, do ſtay, he not diſmayde. I curing Comfort preſent am, your doller to ayde: Sith ioy is gone, ſith life is deade: What comfort can there be? there is but deee diſire I came from Caleed euen the ſame houre, And Hap was hyred to hackney in hempſtrid, In hazard he was of riding on beameſtrid, Then crow crop on thee top hoiſt vp the ſayle, Then groned their neckes, by the weight of their tayle, Then dyd Cmx, put theſe three together, Pays them their paſporte for lutring thither. Why how now Haphazard, of what doeſt thou ſpeake? Me thinks in mad ſort thy talke thou deeſt breake, all in one.